The scroll, once unfurled, was about a meter long and half a meter wide. The xuan paper and mounting appeared quite elaborate. It was a landscape painting, depicting a bamboo forest in twilight rain. Upon closer inspection, in the upper part, swirling mist; below, lush green bamboo grove. Amongst the diagonal wind and drizzling rain, a delicate pavilion loomed indistinctly. The entire painting delivered an extremely profound and distant mood, yet seemed to have a faint sorrow pervading it.
Huo Sining glanced at the inscription, which was a poem: "The secluded pavilion by the water suits the reclusive soul, the distance obscured by a shallow marsh filled with calamus. As mountain rain suddenly falls, fine threads stream down, the clouds above the stream nearly drop to the tips of the bamboo."
This poem looked somewhat familiar, but Huo Sining couldn't recall whose work it was. However, when she saw the signature stamp at the bottom of the painting, her spirits were instantly lifted.
